Jaycee's Blog - Tue, Aug 1

So I bet you didn't know this (I know I didn't): there's such a thing as a supermoon. It occurs when the moon is both FULL and CLOSEST to Earth on its orbit. That's the full moon we had today when I renewed the ritual that keeps Tarantina bonded to me. For the scientific minded about you, here's what it looks like:

I always thought that when the moon was bigger, it was the result of a refraction effect of the atmosphere, but I guess this makes sense. It's science (and who am I to argue with science, right?). The interesting part, though, came after the ritual. In the past, the ritual ended with a slight feeling of euphoria that I typically attributed to relief at having successfully re-bonded Tarantina to me (and therefore extending my life by another month). Right after this ritual, though, the feeling was much, much stronger. It gave me a massive boner that just wasn't going down. I examined it and realized it was...bigger than usual. Not that I keep track of stats, but it looks about an inch longer than before, or in my case, precisely 14% bigger.

I'll pause this for a second while I update you about something else in my life.

Before learning that asking Tarantina to use her magic on my behalf was permanently weakening my link with her, I had used her to increase my wealth so I could get myself a luxury condo downtown and a Subaru WRX STI (that I don't really drive because...Montreal traffic!). That wealth didn't come from a big pile of cash or investments I'd made. Rather, it was just me using Tarantina's magic to conjure up the actual cash I needed when I needed it, then depositing that amount in my bank account.

Having learned what I learned, I can't do that anymore. So now I have to get work, which I've done. It's not great, but using my good looks and muscular body (or, rather, Brooke's good looks and body), I've taken on some modelling gigs. And since I can't drive the car (and really don't want to spend money on gas), I'm back to taking public transit. Which takes me to the gig I had around dinner time. I couldn't spend a whole lot of time examining my increased dick because I had to get going.

Rush hour in downtown Montreal can be a pain, especially in public transit (even in those post-pandemic days, it's still a bit crowded). So there I was, standing up in the back of the my metro car, headed away from downtown when I got to McGill metro station, where a truckload of people came pouring in, packing everyone together. A girl backed into me, accidentally pushing her butt against my raging hard-on before I had a chance to react.

She gasped. I didn't see her face, but it wasn't hard to imagine what it looked like: eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed, gasping for air. Rather than realizing her error and pulling away, she pushed into me, even (unconsciously?) grinding her ass against my erection. She began moaning out loud and I saw (from behind) her hands reach for her chest. Around her, people noticed her behavior. The reactions were a blend of amusement, shock, glee, outrage, surprise, disbelief and curiosity. Several phones turned to her as her sexual excitement obviously ramped up and the vulgarity of her gestures shot past what's acceptable in public. Friends and strangers stared at her, some trying to shake her out of it.

"Paula, what are you DOING?"

"Check her out!"

"Lady, you can't do this here..."

"Man, I wish I was THAT guy behind her!"

"What the FUCK?"

It didn't take long before "Paula" (?) came hard, her legs giving out suddenly. She dropped to the floor, legs splayed in a rough "M," hands mauling her chest as she cried out. A puddle of juices spread out from under her. Most people stared at her; some stared at me. Considering what had just happened, my very rigid boner didn't surprise anyone. As soon as we got tot he next metro station, two people (who I surmised were her friends) carried her out and sat her down on a bench. A number of people exited the car, leaving enough seats for me to sit down and cover my boner.

I managed to make it on time to my modelling gig, but just barely. Thankfully, my erection subsided a bit before I got there. I'm wondering what might have happened if I'd been touched by the young wardrobe girl assigned to help me with dressing up. Would she have been turned on, or did it require direct contact with my crotch?

Guess I won't know until the next supermoon, which is due to happen again on August 30. I'm certainly gonna plan some tests (suggestions welcome ;).

--Jaycee